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Moments Ago

Tomorrow is today, just a day away.
Morning turns to evening before night fades to dawn.
You were here one second, but then you were gone.
Delusions of fixing what’s happened hang thick.
I see myself traveling back mere moments to fix.
But physically it can never be undone.

I swear, I swear I could undo.
I promise if I could just undo.
I’d do what I need to.

The moment is still right in front of me.
Too fresh to consider as the past.
What should be so simple to change.
Is now as far away as yesterday.
As distant as tomorrow.
As long ago as a year, a century, a millennia.